I am a crumpled piece of paper.
I am something close to trash,
Sometimes I am trash myself.
I’ve been through a lot of things
But I’ve been through especially
Things that crumple my crumpled heart
Someone like me doesn’t deserve to stay in the world very much longer
Someone like me deserves to be thrown away
For I am just another piece of paper.
For I am just another piece of scrap.
My journey begins.
Why does a piece of paper
Continue living his life?
Why am I here?
I asked myself.
I’ll find my purpose,
If there is indeed something, for me.
The story of the life of a Crumpled Piece of Paper starts.
Or ends here.